Chapter 42: How about you sever the mother-son relationship?
The pretty, mature, wealthy woman looked at him quietly. Looking at this playful and mischievous boy, it seemed that a certain string deep in her heart was touched. She bit her plump red lips tightly, an indescribable emotion gushed out, and she turned her head slightly to the side, and said unhappily: "Poke it cleanly"

As soon as the words fell,
He slipped out in a hurry, walked quickly back to the sofa in the living room, reached out and grabbed a headrest, and hugged it tightly in his arms, his face full of complex expressions, and at the same time, a hint of tenderness.

Little bad guy.
This guy has a very sweet mouth and he has a lot of tricks to coax me.

It seems that I am really too lonely and alone. Such fake lies can actually make me happy.

Zheng Yanru curled her lips, her brows showing helplessness and some pain. She finally had the desire to explore men, but this man happened to be the son of her best friend. Although she was also quite young and in the golden age of mature women, the other party had just graduated from college. Suddenly, she felt so guilty.
at this time,

Yu Xiaocheng walked out of the bedroom and said to the pretty rich woman who was sitting on the sofa and thinking about something, "It's almost cleaned up. Do you have any baking soda at home?"

"Go look for it yourself. I have forgotten whether it is there or not."

The pretty, mature, wealthy woman came to her senses and quickly turned her face to the side to avoid the little scoundrel's eyes, and murmured, "Are you going to go back later?"

"more or less."

After Yu Xiaocheng answered, he walked into the kitchen, searched everywhere and finally found the baking soda he wanted. Then he poured some vinegar on it, took the prepared solvent and stepped into the rich woman's bedroom.

Seeing him busying around, Zheng Yanru felt reluctant to let him go, but she couldn't find a suitable reason to keep him. She couldn't tell him that her aunt wanted him to stay overnight because she was too lonely.

After a while, Yu Xiaocheng came out of the bedroom again and said to the depressed rich woman, "Okay. It's done."

"Ah."

Zheng Yanru responded, looked at the little rascal who was about to leave, patted the seat beside her, and said seriously: "Come here. Auntie wants to talk to you for a few words."

Although he didn't know what the rich woman was up to, Yu Xiaocheng was still very obedient. He walked quietly to Zheng Yanru's side and sat down. Of course, he didn't sit too close to her, but there was a distance between them.

"what's up?"

Yu Xiaocheng asked curiously.

"Does it have to be something to ask you?" Zheng Yanru poked his head and said angrily, "You little rascal, remember this, if I want to find you, I'll find you. If I don't want to find you, I won't find you. Don't ask so many whys. I don't like to hear them."

Ouch.
Look at this domineering look, how can he be so cute!

Yu Xiaocheng smiled and said, "Yes, yes, from now on your words are the imperial decree."

The pretty rich woman rolled her eyes at him, pulled back her jade hand, and said softly, "Little rascal, have you ever thought that there would be a day like this in the future? Getting a marriage certificate with your own mother's best friend and your own aunt."

"No."

"It's too exaggerated after all."

Yu Xiaocheng replied: "What about you, Aunt Zheng? Have you ever thought that there would be such a day? Getting a marriage certificate with your best friend's son?"

"I do not have either."

Zheng Yanru pursed her lips and said softly, "But I have thought about what my future husband will be like."

"What does it look like?"

Yu Xiaocheng asked curiously.

The pretty rich lady glanced at the little scoundrel beside her and said unhappily, "Why are you asking about this?"

"Just curious."

Yu Xiaocheng smiled and said, "Let me first tell you what I used to ask of my wife. As long as she was similar to you, it would be fine."

"Humph."

"You have quite high requirements." The pretty rich woman rolled her eyes at him and asked leisurely, "Why do you want to find a woman like me?"

“Uh” “There are too many reasons and I don’t know how to answer for the moment.” Yu Xiaocheng shrugged.

"Then just name a few."

"Well, let me think about it. She's pretty, has a good figure, and is rich."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"Think about it again!"

"."

"That's all I can think of for now."

The rich woman had originally looked expectant, but now her face was gloomy and her eyes revealed anger, as if she was going to eat Yu Xiaocheng alive in the next second.

Pretty, plump, rich
Me. Are these the only advantages I have?
Zheng Yanru's back teeth were almost broken. She thought she could hear some coaxing words from him, but she never expected to hear these words.

"Aunt Zheng."

"When I first met you, you seemed to have just graduated from college, and I was probably preparing for the high school entrance exam." Yu Xiaocheng said, "After that, I only saw you occasionally during the winter and summer vacations every year. I even remember that there was a year when I didn't see you from beginning to end."

After hearing his words, the rich woman realized that they were so far apart. She had just graduated from college, and the husband who got the marriage certificate with her was now in the third grade of junior high school.
Thinking of this,
A strong sense of shame surged through my body.

"It's been so long that I finally get to see you every day." Yu Xiaocheng pursed his lips, turned his head to look at the rich woman beside him, and smiled softly: "I heard a saying when I was in school. I don't know if Aunt Zheng has heard it. That is... If you meet the right person at the wrong time, then God will definitely separate you for a period of time, and then meet again at the right time."

Although no specific meaning was expressed, the pretty rich woman felt an inexplicable emotion surge up from deep within her heart, like a blooming flower, releasing some unspeakable feelings.

"almost."

"I have to go home now. I'll pick you up for work tomorrow."

Yu Xiaocheng had already stood up and was walking towards the door.

At this time, the pretty rich woman came to her senses, looked at his departing back, and couldn't wait to follow him.

"and many more!"

"I'll take you downstairs."

The two of them walked downstairs and saw the Porsche parked in a temporary parking space.

Seeing the little rascal open the car door and get in without looking back, the rich woman's heart seemed to be hit hard, and even the air was filled with the smell of loss.

It's a good walk.
There is not even a trace of nostalgia.

Zheng Yanru pouted, her face full of displeasure towards someone.

Just as the rich woman turned around and took a few steps back, her cell phone suddenly rang. It was that annoying little bad guy calling.

Zheng Yanru answered the phone, but did not rush to speak.

"Good night."

The pretty rich woman still didn't say anything, but she couldn't help but look back.

Accompanied by the dead tone after hanging up and the car silhouette moving away, all that is left is the longing for that little rascal.

Zheng Yanru bit her lip and secretly complained in her heart.
Sister, why don’t you sever your mother-son relationship and help your sister.

(End of this chapter)